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『 Pause for a second -- Is now a bad time to mention I learned English as a second language? Because I have no idea what you just said. 』
// in reference to the western pa slang post
Smiiiirk.
"Actin' like a real nebby there, aren't you. Careful, I'm gonna have to redd up before yinz all come into my house like this."
@voxfisch
Niffty was doing her usual cleaning of the lobby when she ran into Vox. Despite almost killing them all—or honestly, perhaps because of that—she'd been quite happy with his presence in the hotel from the start. But something was different about him today. She stopped mid-sweep, looking up him and down, and very openly staring at his stomach.
"......." He almost looked pregnant, but that wasn't a thing men could do. Did he just gain a lot of weight? Or was he actually a woman this whole time? That would be embarrassing. But it woudln't be the first time. She thought Angel was a woman until she saw that porn video of him.
"Are you a girl?"
@voxfisch replied to your post “Whose baby did you kidnap when you were alive XD”:
『 Well. This is one way to learn I'm not the only invert among us. 』
"Don't say that! That makes me wanna kill you!"
@voxfisch I had too much fun with this
Og “please do not the cat” under cut
『 ...How often does this happen to you? 』
// from the nightmare starters uwu
now playing ... bad dreams, ft. @voxfisch
huddled at the edge of the mattress, blanket tangled around her legs, she feels more prey animal than person. it takes a few seconds to realise where she is, longer for the question to register. there's concern in there, she can hear it, but she can't take it, not now. not from vox of all people. " how often do you think?! "
fuck. her head hurts. she feels like she might throw up, heartbeat too fast, breathing still coming too shallow. dizzy confusion of waking up in the dark, convinced, for a moment, she's somewhere else completely. the glow of vox's screen gives a little light to their surroundings but odile's trying not to look at him and she really, really doesn't want him to look at her.
couldn't he just have stayed asleep? he's managed it every other goddamn time.
the details are almost gone already, but there's a lingering feeling of being watched that clings like a second skin. whatever—whoever—that gaze belongs to, it wasn't safe.
she needs to be out of here. kicking off the blankets, she swings her legs over the side and tries to stand up, only to lose her balance the second she does and sit right the hell back down. sure. of course. let's just make this more humiliating, why not? more carefully this time, she lowers herself to the floor, back leaning against the bed, knees tucked to her chest.
" ... sorry. go back to sleep. " the words are muffled, head buried in her arms. " i'm fine. "
『 ..So, I'm curious. You keep bypassing my security -- which I'm not even going to ask how -- and have access to so much confidential shit, but you choose to be.. nice? I don't get it. 』
THE BAR IS ON THE GROUND??
Bud that's not being nice, that's being polite
Also i have nothing to gain by not being nice or polite??
what do you want me to do? roll up to vee tower with my godbone sword, gut everybody (die a bunch in the process and get back up of course im not fuckin john wick) and take over??
do you want to see me cut a bloody swath across the multiverse or something??
DO I LOOK LIKE THE GODDAMN RADIO DEMON???
i already run a whole ass country and have like 20 kids i take care of, im not adding anything else to my fuckin workload pal, i'm just here for snackies and people watching
" .... I take a break for five seconds and they let a flat screen in? "
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"Ugh, stupid goddamn- fucking hate when this happens-" Velvette growled to herself, frustration clear on her face as she tugged slightly at her hair. Several strands had gotten twisted around and stuck in the cracks of her one broken horn, a sensation that was always incredibly fucking annoying.
At least she didn't have to wait to fix it any longer, being the only one in her studio with shooting finished for the day. Summoning a mirror spell with the wave of a hand, the doll released the glamor that usually hid her horns and began to carefully tug the stuck hairs free.
